“Only a Gravestone Memory”

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My name fades with each passing year

and the storms of time erode my memory.

Soon I will only be defined by rubble

and the faint etching of a date.

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My life was rich and wonderful,

My life was poor and sad.

My death was lavish yet simple,

My death was sad yet fitting.

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The pasts of humans are scribed into the Earth

and we are sent back through dirt and fire.

Ashes of our memories scattered in eulogies

and coffins of lifetimes sealed into hollowed ground.

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Ghosts of yesteryear wander the haunted evenings of memory,

whispering tales of their forgotten lifetimes.

Souls traverse the shadows at the fringe of consciousness,

desiring their memories to live on even though they cannot.

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In the End-

They Remain

Only a Gravestone Memory.

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